Kennedy bit my bottom lip, and I groaned into her mouth, coaxing her to bite harder. I wanted it rough, and I got the distinct impression she did too.
“Dane.” My name left her mouth as a whimpered rebuff, but there was no way to stop me from taking this from her, or her from giving it to me.
“Don’t talk,” I said, my voice thick, and gruff against her soft lips.
“Demanding,” she breathed. I fought a smile. This beautiful woman – I no longer thought of her as a girl – was determined to push my buttons.
My hands tightened around her waist, and I squeezed, a silent directive to heed my warning. Like the smart girl she was, she listened, and her body molded to mine in implicit submission.
With deft fingers, I lifted her too-thin tank over the perfect globes that were her tits, and clutched them in my palms with a firm grasp. My dick jumped in my jeans, and I rocked my hips, pressing into her. I wanted to feel how wet she was, if she was as aroused as I was. With that thought in mind, I dropped a hand between her legs, and down the front of her shorts. My fingers slipped through her smooth skin, and found her soaked.
“Jesus,” I muttered. “You’re so fucking wet. Is that for me?”
“No,” she sighed.
I opened my eyes, and pulled away. “You’re lying.”
I pushed my fingers into her, loving the way her tight body sucked my fingers in. “You really,” – I curled my fingers up, and pressed – “shouldn’t” – I did it again, only harder – “do that.”
“Ahhh…oh shit.” Her breathing became choppy, her hips riding the hand between her legs while the other played with her pebbled nipple. She held on to me, and dug her nails into my arms for leverage. I hissed, watching her mouth form an ‘O’ while I brought her to the brink of orgasm. I’d never seen something so devastatingly beautiful in my life – lips flushed, cheeks tinged with a rosy hue and eyes begging silently for release.
“You like that?” I asked, moving my fingers in a circular motion. “You like watching me do this to you?”
Her eyes widened, and I knew I had her. She liked the dirty talk, and her body reacted to every word.
I let go of her breast, and slid my hand around her neck. “Tell me you’re close,” – I ground my jaw, and inhaled her scent – “Beg me to make you come.”
She struggled, but I gave her the chance to work through her hesitancy to give in to her baser need. Or maybe it was her resistance to having me be the one to satisfy it. I felt the change, rather than saw it, when she relented.
“Dane, please. I need to…”
Her words trailed off as I increased my pace, and when she tightened around my fingers, ready to let go, I stopped.
It took everything in me to pull my fingers from her waiting body, to not drop my jeans and just thrust into her.
“I told you I’d make you pay.”
Kennedy’s eyes fluttered, giving away the exact moment understanding dawned. I was expecting her to cover herself quickly, maybe even get angry. But that’s not what I got.
She stayed on her desk, totally exposed to me and I held my breath.
“You did that on purpose,” she stated, her voice shaky and not at all surprised. There was a hint of fortitude there too.
“You should know I always win,” I replied, feeling rather smug. I watched her carefully. Something on her face changed, her features becoming resolute, and unwavering. It wasn’t much, just a hint, but it was enough to be noticeable.
“You’re right,” – she inhaled deeply. “You always win. But tell me, Dane, does this feel like winning to you?”
She leaned back on one hand, and used the other to massage her still-naked breast. Her eyes stayed connected with mine, and they challenged me, revealing a side to Kennedy I had never seen before. I couldn’t move.
Her hand moved lower, caressing the skin of her taut stomach, and disappeared into her shorts. I didn’t want to believe what I was seeing. I shouldn’t have been enjoying it, but, fuck, I was.
“What are you doing?” I asked, despising the husk in the tone of my voice.
She bit her lip, and sucked before replying, “Winning.”
My throat went dry, and I had to clench my fists to stop myself from going to her. I wanted to stop her, but at the same time I was too enamored with the way she touched herself to do it.
“Oh God,” she sighed, moving her hand in circles. “I’m so wet for you, Dane.”
My mouth fell open, but nothing came out. The words were lodged in my throat, despite my need to get them out. Jesus.
“I’m so close.” She panted, and after a few seconds, her head fell back, and her body quivered. I heard her shudder, saw her painted toes curl, my name falling from her lips in a breathy exhalation.